[American Entertainment] Born to be passionate

How could they, how could they, this is the backstage of Oscar, how dare they brazenly——

Leonardo couldn't believe his eyes, he even stopped breathing, but the fact was right in front of his eyes, Edmundo was sitting on the dressing table facing him, with his back leaning against the blinding glass Make-up mirror, sleeves piled up at the wrist, head up, and Rui Fan's back to him, unable to see his hands.

This is somewhat over the top.

Leonardo wanted to turn around and leave, but his legs seemed to be cemented to the ground. He wanted to close his eyes not to see, cover his ears not to listen, but the eyelids and ears did not obey his instructions, they forced He goes to see.This picture boosted the pressure in his brain, gradually turning red from his forehead to his neck.

Five minutes later, he was still standing there, shamefully spying on the two people who were busy.

Edmondo changed his posture, he hugged River Phoenix's neck so that he was completely on the other side's body, and the two were hugging affectionately from behind.Leonardo couldn't see Phoenix's expression, he could only see a few strands of Edmondo's unfixed white hair hanging from his forehead, swaying back and forth with the master's movements.

He had never realized that Edmondo's hair was so white, and he looked down in a trance, and he met the eyes with sea water.

At that moment, Leonardo was paralyzed from head to toe.

However, Edmondo, who was discovered, did not respond. He smiled at Leonardo, and then narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, like a siren breathing out of the water. He opened his mouth slightly, as if to say something.

Leonardo fled in despair.

Rui Fan, who heard the noise behind him, turned around, but only saw the folded clothes. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Edmondo with questioning eyes.

"What happened just now?"

Edmondo smiled, then shook his head nonchalantly.

"Someone probably misunderstood what we were doing." He said and kicked Rui Fan's forearm, "Don't stop, it's entirely your fault that I have cramps, so hurry up and help me stretch hard, or I will die. I'm going to go on stage with a limp to accept the award."

Rui Fan grabbed Edmondo's ankle again to help him relieve his wrinkled hamstrings, and then flitted over with a glance.

"You're cramping because you don't exercise, otherwise how could I have it when I touched it." He retorted, "By the way, you are so sure that you will win the prize, and your competition is Schindler's List ", that film deserves to be recorded in the annals of history."

"Hmm, I just knew that I would win the award. No one said that the best picture and the best director have to be the same." Edmondo curled his lips lazily, "And don't quibble, anyone who hasn't learned yoga People who fold their legs like that will get cramps, which is why I like being in the top position.”

"—we'll discuss the rest of the details when we get back."

Edmondo shrugged his shoulders in response to Rui Fan's sudden shyness. He slackened down and propped himself on the table. This action made his collarbone more obvious. Soon, he noticed that the eyes of the person opposite him were glued there, so he maliciously Pinch the skin out with your own hands.

Rui Fan rolled his eyes at him and brought the topic back to seriousness. "It's good to have the confidence to win an award. I hope you can keep it up." He said, and then he patted Edmondo's calf, "Come down and take a walk to see if it still hurts."

Edmondo withdrew his calf and jumped off the dressing table. The moment he touched the ground, he staggered a few times. Rui Fan quickly stepped forward to support him.

"Don't be too anxious, the cramps won't get better soon, you need time."

Edmundo held up a finger and shook it disapprovingly.

"Look, Rui Fan, this is your characteristic - slow, in every way." He teased, then struggled to stand still, and then raised his chin, "Maybe I should go to that peep|peeper, At least a little more intense than you."

"--What did you say?"

Facing Rui Fan's dangerous expression, Edmondo helped him straighten his neckline.

"I said, the award presentation is about to start, we have to go there quickly." He said in a deliberately slow Portuguese tone, "We will talk about other things later."

……

When they came to the hall, there were only 15 minutes left before the award ceremony, and most of them had already taken their seats. When they saw Edmundo approaching, many stood up and extended good hands to him. Edmundo He shook hands with a few that were pleasing to the eye, and then sat in with Rui Fan.

Sitting next to him are the actors and main staff of his crew. Since it is a low-cost independent production, there are not many people. Only one producer came to the scene. Obviously they are used to Edmondo Loose and highly individualistic behavior.

"I thought you wouldn't come, just like the Golden Globes before." The actor joked with a smile, "We were still thinking about how we would react on stage if you didn't show up."

"Didn't Anderson call you guys? I said I would come." Edmundo raised one leg, then pulled his tie, "What you should worry about is the acceptance speech, if you get the best actor Protagonist, don't be speechless, Matthew."

Matthew McConaughey, who played the role of the hero who went to the United States as an adult in Edmondo's semi-biographical drama "Where I Was Born and Raised", won this award for his superb acting skills and moving crying scenes. Nominated for an Oscar.

"Me? Don't be funny. Competing with Anthony Hopkins and Daniel Day-Lewis is already the highest evaluation for me. I don't dare to expect to win the award." Matthew shrugged openly, "Indeed You, Eddie, have a good chance of being on stage to accept the award, do you have your acceptance speech ready?"

"I don't need to prepare." Edmondo raised his chin, "I will give you an unforgettable experience."

Matthew smiled and did not respond.

Soon, the lights on the scene dimmed, and as the host walked into the spotlight, the award presenters were invited out, and the award ceremony officially began.

"——Let's see, among the outstanding works that were nominated, the one that finally won this year's Oscar for Best Picture is: "Schindler's List". Congratulations!"

Spielberg and his crew got up and hugged each other, before they took the stage to accept the award.Immediately afterwards, the best actor and best actress awards were presented, and the two statuettes were taken away by Tom Hanks and Holly Hunter respectively.By the way, Edmondo is very fond of Holly Hunter's "The Piano Lesson", and she deserves the award.

The next thing that should be awarded is Best Supporting Actor.

Edmondo quietly searched for Leonardo on the seats, and finally found him a few rows behind him and Rui Fan. He didn't look too nervous, but seemed preoccupied. Edmundo guessed that he I was troubled by what happened in the lounge just now.

Rui Fan noticed Edmondo's eyes, looked over, and also noticed the golden figure behind him, he frowned, and lightly tugged the cuffs of the people around him to make him turn around.

"Don't look back, the camera is there," he said, "Your hair is very obvious on the screen."

Is it really a hair problem?

Edmondo withdrew his eyes and raised his eyebrows at Rui Fan.

"I thought you didn't want me to look at other people." He said frivolously, "It's okay, if you don't like it, I just look at you."

After speaking, Edmundo really leaned on the seat, raised his arms to support his chin, smiled and admired Rui Fan's side face, Rui Fan-Phoenix took a deep breath, and then kicked Edmundo's calf underneath.

"Since you're here, be serious."

Edmondo stuck out his tongue and rolled his eyes at the ceiling boredly.

As the music played, the Best Supporting Actor was not Leonardo. Well, in my impression, this boy did not win the award so quickly. Everyone knew that Oscar's old-timers hated young and beautiful actors the most, regardless of gender.

Edmondo applauded symbolically, then leaned back on his chair regardless of his image and waited for the next award. He didn't know whether to say luck or what. The Oscar judges' dislike of beauty did not affect the awards of the behind-the-scenes personnel.

and so--

"The winner of this year's Oscar for Best Director is: Edmundo Moreira, "Where I Was Born and Raised", congratulations!"

Expected.

Amid applause and cheers, Edmondo lazily stood up and embraced Rui Fan, Matthew, and the rest of the staff.His performance was quite satisfactory, but he was definitely not enthusiastic. The scene was full of performers who were proficient in human emotions, and quite a few people noticed that something was wrong.

Edmondo didn't care about that, he walked onto the stage slowly, yawned in front of all the audience and the global simultaneous live broadcast camera, and then took the statuette from the award presenter Eastwood.

There was a gap in the applause after hesitation, and soon the scene returned to silence, and all the spectators were looking forward to his speech.

There is an unquestionable rule on the Oscar awarding platform, that is, the winner cannot give a speech for more than 45 seconds. If the winner remains on the stage after 45 seconds, the band waiting on the side will start playing music and the sound It gets louder and louder until it completely drowns out the winner's voice.

Edmundo didn't speak, and the time passed by second by second.

The conductor of the band pointed to his watch to signal that he was running out of time.

But this is what he was waiting for.

Just before the band was about to start playing, his bony fingers finally landed on the microphone. Edmundo raised the corner of his mouth, flicked the receiver twice, and then looked at the audience who showed uncomfortable expressions due to the noise They gave their acceptance speeches.

"Alright, thanks."

Yes, Edmondo's acceptance speech was only two words.

Everyone present was stunned.

Including Leonardo, who has worked with Edmondo and thinks he knows him better. A few minutes ago, he was immersed in the entanglement and bitterness of the relationship between the two, and at the same time he had to endure the slight loss of not winning the award. middle.

He didn't understand what happened at all, but he knew that his heartbeat stopped because of the white figure on the stage.

Immediately afterwards, the image he encountered in the lounge flashed quickly in his mind, and an indescribable emotion surged up and disturbed him.

Edmondo turned around, waved the statuette, and left the podium with a handsome back.

After about ten seconds, there was hesitant applause at the scene.

Leonardo woke up from his own small world, and he suddenly realized that his eyes could not leave him.

……

"God, now I finally know what he meant." Matthew McConaughey sighed softly while applauding, "It really is 'Genius is common but Edmondo is not common'. Two words, I'm already anticipating what tomorrow's papers will write, arrogant and arrogant genius, comparing himself to Hitchcock-"

The rest of the award presentation was meaningless. Edmondo returned to his seat and applauded along with everyone absent-mindedly. Originally, he still had a few awards to receive, such as Best Original Screenplay and Best Editing, but due to He himself was really not interested, and finally the producer accepted the award on his behalf.

Bored, Edmondo pinched the statuette's head and sneered.

No one fell at the Oscars, no one slapped, no cell phone, no social media, no bluetooth headphones, and no reggae/thunderbuss music he loves—he did the math, and the few he liked the most None of the singers I love have ever set foot on this road seriously, like J. Balvin is only six years old, Ozuna is two years old, and Maluma is not even born yet.

"Are you okay, Dudu?" Rui Fan sensed Edmundo's sadness and approached with concern, "You've been very lethargic since you got off the stage, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Alive." Edmondo, who was affected by bad emotions, waved his hand decadently, and pushed all the reasons to the constellations, "Don't make a fuss, I am a sensitive Pisces, I am easy to be excited at one moment and become depressed later .”

God only knows what's worse than having no electronics at all is having no one to talk to.

Edmondo punched his statuette twice in a venting manner, and then his knuckles hurt from the hardness of the trophy, and he couldn't help gasping.This made Rui Fan even more worried, he took Edmondo's hand to help him rub the back of his hand, and sent him a condemning look.

So Edmundo was fine again, he looked at his and the other's fingers crossed together, and smiled.

Although without electronics, River-Phoenix is ​​still alive.

"Why, don't you worry about the camera now?" Edmondo teased in a low voice, "Do you want more than a billion viewers to see you holding my hand?"

"I think they will notice your crazy behavior of beating the little golden man before that." Rui Fan gave Edmondo a smile that can hardly be called sincere, "I should ask the question, why, you Are you happy now?"

He knew nothing of Edmundo's spaghetti-curly mind, and Edmundo took comfort in that.

"It can be said that I healed myself." Edmondo stretched his waist slightly, and the award presentation on the stage has come to the last moment, "Now I want to go to the party later, at least drink Two glasses of mixed wine before going back, what do you think?"

Rui Fan wanted to go home quickly, and then continue with the fact that they didn't finish their work in the car, and then they went to the rest room and were interrupted by cramps, but seeing that Edmondo was happy, he didn't say anything else.

"If you want. (Asyouwish)"

……

At the following party, Edmundo vented all his dissatisfaction with not having electronic products, and used drinking. The bartender is said to be the best in Los Angeles, mixing cocktails for him one after another, adding Edmondo has just won the award, even though he showed arrogance to the academy and the judges at the award ceremony, there are still quite a few people who want to make friends with him and cooperate with him.

After accidentally taking a bite of a lemon slice, Edmondo felt his stomach churning. In order not to mess up the party, he squinted his eyes and looked around for traces of Rui Fan.

"Damn—"

The world in front of his eyes began to spin, and the loud laughter in his ears was like a catalyst. Before he could call Rui Fan, Edmundo pushed away the people around him and staggered towards the nearest toilet.

……

"Oh my God, that lemon slice is fucking bad." Edmondo retched into the toilet, "Why is it always me when I need someone—"

At this moment, someone appeared behind him, taking care of the half-drunk him like an angel descending.

"It's okay, don't worry, I will help you."

The man was not too tall, with warm hands and an accent. He spoke softly, and he sounded like someone from the country in Asia. He lightly patted Edmundo's back to smooth him out, then helped Then he stood up and went to the sink, and wiped his mouth with a wet towel on the shelf.

"Here, take this." He stuffed the towel into Edmondo's hand, and then fetched him a glass of water, "I won't let you fall to the ground, don't worry, come and rinse your mouth."

Edmundo obeyed obediently, and he admitted that this kind stranger was very caring.

He rinsed his mouth and washed his face with cold water with the help of the man. After about 10 minutes, Edmondo's world stopped spinning and returned to normal. Only then could he look up and see the appearance of the kind man.

Edmondo's heart beat twice violently.

He knew this face. The foreign actor who most regretted not being able to cooperate with him in his previous life appeared in front of him again. He still remembered his awkward name, Leslie Cheung.

At that time, he had just finished filming a dark literary film. Because the plot needed to understand Chinese culture, he came up with a new script on a whim that integrated various elements from the East and the West. The characters were based on Leslie Cheung.However, when he perfected the details and sent out the invitation, it was already too late, and the life of the man in front of him regrettably stayed at the age of 41.

He likes Leslie Cheung's performance very much, not because of how superb his acting skills are, but because of his own temperament, that kind of softness with strength.Edmondo got to know him through "The True Colors of Heroes", and what really made him notice this actor was the poignant love movie "A Chinese Ghost Story" full of Chinese romance.

To be honest, Edmondo began to conceive of his revenge-themed movie at that time. Unfortunately, after he completed the conception and found the other party with the script, he no longer had the opportunity to cooperate.

Edmondo only wanted him to play the part he had in mind, so the script was never taken out of the closet.

In a daze, he raised his head and met the worried eyes of the Chinese man.

"Are you ok?"

Perhaps God sent him back with a deep meaning.

"Thank you, I'm much better." Edmondo smiled reluctantly, and then stretched out his hand to the man, "I recognize you, Cheng Dieyi in "Farewell My Concubine"—if my pronunciation is correct. Then The movie was great, and I would say the old guys at Oscar have no taste."

The man was very surprised by Edmondo's kindness, and then said modestly: "Thank you for your liking, but I think the judges have their reasons."

He shook hands with Edmondo and said, "Your movie is great, and you deserve the best director."

"Well, I'm sorry for its high box office and such a good reputation if I don't win the award." Edmundo is not used to being modest, and he answered jokingly, and then he asked: "What do you want me to call you? To be honest, I never I don’t understand how you Chinese people call you, should I call you Zhang, or—how do you pronounce it? Guorong?”

"You can call me Leslie, that's my English name." The man said gently, "Thank you for remembering my name, it is very difficult for non-Chinese to remember, let alone pronounce it."

"Anything you like." Edmondo shrugged and leaned back against the wall to rest.

The two started chatting, and soon Edmondo realized that this was an opportunity to make up for the regrets of his previous life.He will take out that script and polish it again. Although the current level of special effects production does not meet his requirements, he has money, time, and——he hopes that the man in front of him will not make the same mistakes again. Depression is a terrible disease. , but as long as you receive treatment, your condition will always get better.

So the white-haired director cleared his throat: "—then Leslie, how do you arrange your time, I have a great idea."

The man was stunned, and looked over with disbelieving eyes.

"What did you just say?"

"Maybe I'm offended, but I really hope to cooperate with you, even though there is only one immature idea, which is still being conceived." Edmondo tried to make himself sound more reasonable: "You gave me inspiration , basically a story about revenge, set in the future, have you seen "Blade Runner"?"

"Seen."

"Then you will understand very well. Your role is equivalent to the replicant in the movie. After being used, you will be ruthlessly abandoned. I plan to focus on portraying some class contradictions." Edmondo explained, "This idea is in my mind. It’s been a long time in the film, and I have to shoot it. But it may take a while, although I mean a bit of a blank check when I say this, but I sincerely hope that you will think about it, and the issue of schedule—”

"I don't think that's a problem. It's an honor to be part of a big Hollywood production. I like your idea. It sounds like it's going to be a great movie. Feel free to contact me if you want. I'm willing to take this expensive overseas Telephone."

Edmundo curled his lips, and at this moment——

"Guorong, are you here? We should go back."

The door of the toilet was opened, and the director of "Farewell My Concubine" walked in. He was surprised for a moment when he saw Edmondo, and then greeted him with a polite smile.

Several people chatted for a while about the movie, exchanged phone numbers, and finally said goodbye to each other before the bell struck 11 o'clock.

After parting with those two, Edmondo stretched his waist, planning to go back to the party to find Rui Fan, and then pretended to reprimand him for disappearing when he needed him most.

But just as he was about to reach the side door of the party, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar, dragging him to the dark corridor next to him without any explanation.

Immediately afterwards, he was grabbed by the collar and pressed against the wall, and the smell of alcohol sprayed near his lips.

"You rambunctious bastard, you can't stand it for a minute, you have to do it in the backstage lounge." The other party said fiercely, "What do you want, me, or Phoenix, or just came out of the bathroom Those two guys? You can't do this, Edmondo, I hate you!"

Edmondo blinked in surprise, and then smiled.

"Oh, Leo, I'm sorry to make you feel so bad, but things are not what you see, whether it's Rui Fan, or just now." He said softly, "It's not your fault, I know you're drunk now ,"

I don't know how this sentence hit Leonardo's nerves. He seemed to be irritated, and he grabbed Edmondo's neck with force and pressed him against the wall.

"I'm not drunk!" He raised his voice and said more alcohol breath rushed towards Edmundo, "You can't do this to me, I'm going crazy, what is the real you, you never let I see the real you...but if you don't want to talk to me, why are you doing this to me!"

What did he do to him? Edmondo coughed a few times, then broke free from Leonardo's grip and pushed him against the wall with his backhand.

It's easy to get rid of an alcoholic, and it's even easier to hold a teenage Leonardo up against a wall.

"Sorry, honey, but—you didn't let me see the real you, did you? You don't treat other people like this in real life." He changed into a compassionate tone like treating small animals and patted Pat the other person on the cheek, "I like you, but I don't want to talk to you, this isn't about you, and I don't want to talk to anyone."

Leonardo stared at Edmondo with red eyes.

"Don't look at me like that," Edmondo winked at him again, "If you're serious in Hollywood, you'll be hurt badly, don't make me—"

He couldn't finish his sentence, and the following sentence was drowned between the lips of another person. Leonardo suddenly reached out and pressed his neck to press him against himself.

This time Leonardo won, by surprise.

And it was their first real kiss.

To be honest, Edmondo was not a master at kissing.He is good at creating an ambiguous atmosphere, good at making the other party obsessed with him, and good at being in a superior position, but he is not very good at dominating the other party when kissing.Leonardo discovered this weakness and focused his attack on it.

He took all the air out of Edmondo's mouth, making his breath dependent on himself, mixed with alcohol and cherry flavors, this wasn't a pure kiss, it was more like a game.Without any suspense, Leonardo quickly gained the upper hand.He waited patiently like a prairie for prey to let his guard down, and he succeeded, and Edmondo lost the strength to hold him against the wall, so he clamped his shoulders.

The positions of the two changed again.

The kiss was still going on, and the white hair fluttered against the dark wallpaper in a strong contrast. The suffocation made Edmondo want to find a support point, and he grabbed Leonardo by the collar indiscriminately.This look of wanting to struggle but helpless satisfied Leonardo's desire for revenge. He let go of Edmondo's lips, and then bit down on the place where Edmondo's jaw connected to his neck.

"Hiss, it hurts—"

It's right to be in pain, Leonardo thought bitterly, this is a punishment, a punishment for belittling him and playing with his feelings.He looked at the red and bleeding wound, and a victorious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.This mark is not ambiguous at all, it is more like a mark, a way to swear sovereignty over one's own territory.

"I think you should know that lions are more vicious in biting people than phoenixes."

Leonardo stepped back a short distance, raised his chin slightly and looked down at Edmundo, waiting for him to say something.

Edmondo lowered his head and breathed rapidly. He leaned against the wall and reached out to touch the wound on his jaw.This situation scared him a bit. He likes good-looking people and can tolerate them doing many things, but this is the only one that doesn't work.Edmondo will definitely never establish a relationship with someone easily and develop a so-called romantic relationship. He has suffered enough injuries.

"You're taking it a little too seriously, Leo. I told you I didn't want a serious relationship. I like you, but not to that degree, and if anyone wants me to give him my all, I'll Just turn your head and leave, don't wait a second." The white-haired director emphasized again, "My attitude has always been very clear, if you don't agree, just tell me seriously, and I will leave."

Leonardo straightened his crooked bow tie: "Sorry, but no. This is your fault, and you are responsible."

Then he paused and added: "You think everyone thinks the same as you, but I tell you, no. Hollywood is messy, but not all Hollywood actors are inclined to that kind of informal intimacy, I I want to have a normal relationship, go shopping, travel, and go to the movies together. Even if it can't last for too long, at least we have taken it seriously."

serious?

Edmondo was the last thing to like seriousness in such matters.

"That's good. Now that we've talked, I won't take the initiative to look for you again. You can go."

However, unexpectedly, Leonardo not only did not leave, but also leaned against the wall next to Edmondo, bringing the two of them extremely close.

"Impossible, Dudu, you know you can't give up on me, I can see how reluctant you are from your eyes." He said in a very proud tone, and then he moved closer to Edmondor Bian: "Admit it, you like me, and you like my kisses."

Edmundo chuckled with obvious meaning, slightly pushed away the delicate face in front of him, and then dragged the opponent's chin to look left and right. His thumb brushed his lower lip, and then he sighed regretfully.

"With such a pretty face, why is he not so smart?" The white-haired director sighed with a slight sarcasm: "First of all, I didn't allow you to call me Dudu, and secondly, you don't seem to understand me. I like you very much, but if you don't agree with my worldview, I will give up on you."

"no, you can not."

"Of course I can, why give up my life for you. Although I admit, your kiss is really good."

"I don't need you to tell me, but if you compare it with Phoenix, tell me, whose is better?"

"——What? No, don't bring Rui Fan into it, he's my friend, he's different from you."

Edmondo is really a little angry now, the kind that can't be coaxed by face. He can bear being entangled and misunderstood by others, but he can't tolerate people talking about his friends.He has no family, his friends are his family, and that's the bottom line.

Although he wasn't sure exactly which category to put Rui Fan in.

So he kicked Leonardo's calf and opened the distance again.

Leonardo exclaimed in pain, and then bared his canine teeth at Edmondo: "It's nothing different, he can do it with you backstage, and I can do it too. And no kidding, you really think he can take it Are you entangled with others?"

Edmondo took a deep breath to calm himself down, and he pushed his hair back behind his ears, but there were always a few strands of hair in front of his eyes.

"Don't digress, Leo, it's you, not me, who don't seem to want to give up now. I apologize if I misunderstood you, but there is too much difference between us, and there is no better way." He tried to explain logically and clearly, "Besides, don't always talk about Rui Fan, that's between me and him."

Leonardo stopped suddenly.

"—is there no other way?"

"No." Edmondo said affirmatively, "We are like two countries that are incompatible with each other. Unless one party surrenders, the war will never stop. There is no peace negotiation."

"I can't negotiate a peace, so what about a marriage? Just like in medieval Europe, sending princesses to marry for stability, just like the former French royal family."

Edmondo: ...

Edmondo: "No marriage! God, I said between the two of us, that's a metaphor. It's a real mistake, I shouldn't think you are a simple person because of your beauty, you fool ——I really want to open your head and see what's going on inside!"

In the next second, Leonardo forgot about the pain in his calf and bullied him again. He looked into Edmondo's eyes seriously, and different types of blue collided with each other.

"That is to say, unless I convince you, (Edmundo: or I convince you), yes, until one of them convinces the other, there is no possibility between us?"

Edmundo didn't speak, but answered him with his eyes.

Leonardo smiled.

"Fine, glad we finally found a solution," he said.

"——WHAT? I'm sorry, did we have a time-space dislocation just now, why don't I remember finding a solution?"

"Why not, I persuade you, this is the first method; you convince me, this is the second method." Leonardo said rather unreasonably, "Isn't this the solution?"

Edmondo opened his eyes wide in disbelief: "God, do you think you can convince me yourself, or do you think you can be persuaded by me?"

"There are many possibilities."

"—Come on, Leo, I don't think I have the ability to convince you, and I don't want to change the status quo." Edmundo gave the other party a smirk, "Let me go, let yourself go, pure love Warriors and fishpond masters are naturally at odds."

There are not many people who make Edmondo say "let me go", and there are only two people in total in both lifetimes.He really liked Leonardo, his face and his character, but if he had to give up everything to get him, then Edmondo decisively chose to give up on him.

"Leo, listen—"

Before he finished speaking, footsteps came from around the corner, accompanied by Anderson's cordial call.

"Are you here? We have to talk about your contemptuous behavior at the Oscars. If we can come up with a reasonable explanation before 3 o'clock tomorrow morning, there is still time."

As the words fell, Anderson emerged with his blazer, heavily sequined, looking fresh from a party.He flapped his sleeves, and when he looked up, he saw that the person he was looking for was pressed against the wall by Leonardo face to face, and the atmosphere between the two was particularly weird.

"What happened?" The manager looked over suspiciously, his eyes switching back and forth between the two, "I didn't come at the right time?"

"No, you came at a very good time." Edmondo said as he pushed Leonardo away and stood in front, he squeezed the space between his brows, "We just had a disagreement on something, and we didn't agree , this is very common, what did you just want to say?"

Leonardo didn't speak, he looked at Edmondo's back, his eyes darkened, as if he was planning something.

Anderson was completely confused. He hesitated for a moment, and finally decided not to continue the topic.So he waved his hand and returned to the original question.

"I just asked you if you want to control the public opinion. Although your acceptance of the Oscar at the Oscars has been simulcast live, it has not yet been published in the newspapers. I asked, and most people decided to write you as an arrogant Big and eccentric genius director, we have a lot of room to maneuver, if you will."

"—No need, no need at all. Since I was the one who did that on the podium, don't worry about someone making a fuss about it." Edmondo shrugged, "Remember to let them print my photo on it , you must choose something that looks good.”

Leonardo heard him from behind